Paroles de la chanson Forty Miles From Nowhere par Willie Nelson
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Paroles de la chanson Forty Miles From Nowhere par Willie Nelson
It rained today, the clouds rolled up at dawn
All hell burst wide open and just like that was gone
Your little lap dog chased a fox-tailed squirrel across the main road through the woods
Some ninja on a dirt bike nearly ran him down for good
Right about now, it gets quiet around here
What with nightfall in the wings
The floorboards creak and the faucets leak
But it's the emptiness that sings
The wind grows chill and then lies still
Forty miles from nowhere at the bottom of the world
All hell burst wide open and just like that was gone
Your little lap dog chased a fox-tailed squirrel across the main road through the woods
Some ninja on a dirt bike nearly ran him down for good
Right about now, it gets quiet around here
What with nightfall in the wings
The floorboards creak and the faucets leak
But it's the emptiness that sings
The wind grows chill and then lies still
Forty miles from nowhere at the bottom of the world
Friends don't call like they used to
For reasons not unkind
If there's anything that we can do
Hangs hollow down a telephone line
There's a cedar grove in the back of the house, maybe halfway down the hill
A place to go and just lay low when there's precious time to kill
Well, it's me your little lap dog and that old brindle cat trying to keep this place alive
Heading into town these days is the last thing on my mind
When the moon is hanging fat and full and all those jangly stars recede
A fold-out couch on a midnight porch is where my footsteps lead
For reasons not unkind
If there's anything that we can do
Hangs hollow down a telephone line
There's a cedar grove in the back of the house, maybe halfway down the hill
A place to go and just lay low when there's precious time to kill
Well, it's me your little lap dog and that old brindle cat trying to keep this place alive
Heading into town these days is the last thing on my mind
When the moon is hanging fat and full and all those jangly stars recede
A fold-out couch on a midnight porch is where my footsteps lead
You always said I made my bed
Forty miles from nowhere at the bottom of the world
Forty miles from nowhere at the bottom of the world
Forty miles from nowhere at the bottom of the world
Forty miles from nowhere at the bottom of the world
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